My favorite sandwich as a child was a Grilled Cheese. It still is today. I'm continually amazed at how something so basic – bread and cheese – becomes something so sublime. I think I could eat one everyday and never get tired of it. Especially considering all the bread and cheese
choices out there. It boggles the mind and whets my appetite. Want
something more substantial add a little ham to it. Now, it's a real
meal and even more delightful.
Until two years ago, I never imagined this classic pairing could be
improved upon. And certainly not with something so ordinary as an egg.
Sometimes food takes you by surprise, though I find this happening less
and less as I get older. I was wary of ordering my favorite sandwich,
with a fried egg on top– a concoction that was called a Croque Madame – but I was trying to branch out and it was my birthday, so I figured what the hell.
Oddities and Obsessions
Oddities and Obsessions
The Spice Rub That Cannot be Named
I have known my friend Vicki since we were twelve. Without being excessively specific, that’s a long, long time. I met her when I got involved with our community theater, where she was already in a play (I was, at that point, just providing a baby doll to serve as a prop) and I knew instantly that she was not only taller, but quite a lot cooler than I was. For the next seven years we were in plays, orchestras, quartets and classes together, and spent a fair amount of recreational time together, too. Her legs alone are taller than all of me, she is a math whiz, she is the only person I know who was simultaneously in band, choir and orchestra, she has a rapier-sharp wit, and (perhaps most important) she is a loyal and kind friend, and a really good mom.
We live in the same place again now, after my years of wandering, and she recently returned from a trip South with a bag of goodies for me including fig jam, barbecue sauce and the unfortunately named “Butt Rub.” (Hereinafter “Stuff.”) Since I am a delicate and ladylike person, it took me a little while to get over the shock of seeing the, um, “Stuff” on my counter. (I am one of those extraordinarily old fashioned mothers who will not allow my kids to say the word “butt,” at least not in my hearing). There is also the inevitable, and probably intentional evocation of Desitin to deal with. I am far, far too pure to live in this world of sin and crudity….
I Don't Like the Rules
Let me just say it right here, with the internet as my witness, "I have a serious addiction to potatoes." There, my secret is out.
It's sad, but I am unable to consume a reasonable amount of potatoes when they are placed in close proximity.
Whether they are mashed, made into gratin, scalloped, french fried, baked, latkes, chips and even tater tots, (I could go on and on), I have a propensity to over-indulge in this tuberous root vegetable.
Even when called a tuberous root vegetable, it still doesn't turn me off. I think I'm a potato ho.
I rank potatoes right up there with butter and mayonnaise. Spuds and I go way back.
What I don't appreciate is the "unspoken potato rule". Yes, there is one.
The rule is, "we always wait for the main course meal to enjoy this perfect food".
WHY?
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